What is tomorrow going to be like?
It doesn’t seem like it, but it’s been almost three years now. Three years I moved out from my hometown, three years… Here I am, Bangkok, and I still don’t feel home. Talking about that, Paris wouldn’t make me feel like home if I ever go back there to live either. Then where is my home? Where do I belong? The first moments I spent here feels like it was yesterday. Time has gone by so fast and I’m scared. I’m 18 and about to start my second year of university, my sister is graduating in less than a year. After she leaves for her master degree, we’ll never be all together again. People always leave, a quote I have always had on mind. When I look back, I often tell myself I regret so many things, I’ve made mistakes and they became regrets. But talking about regrets here, do they really exist? How can we say we regret something if that’s what we wanted from the start? We are always aware of what we’re doing and that’s not called a regret if that’s what we wanted to do, that’s what we were going to do anyways. What I am left with today is all because of myself, the loss or the gain I got are from the decisions I made. All along my life, people coming in and leaving my life, some lost along the way… remain in my memory. There always is a reason why somebody is lost.
Honey Toast @After you
